8.21.2008

Body Image

I am a hypocrite...

I say I love my body....
I love my curves...
I love my breasts....
I love my hair....
I love my face....
My chubby cheeks....
My tummy...

If I am so happy with my body why does everything I put on make me look fat
why do I fear a scale
why do i care what people think
why why why

yuck.... I love my body
maybe if I keep saying it i'll believe it 

8.20.2008

My Mother

Dear Mom,
Here are all the things I wish you knew: You are the cause of practically every problem in our household. Do you think I am over-exaggerating, probably, but i do not care because it is the truth. Mum, the whole family revolves around your needs, your SELFISH. Thats right I said it.

 Yeah it hurts to hear these things, but lets face it, the world revolves around jane. And I cant stand it!!! You know what else? I am jealous. I want a little attention to, in fact i want a lot of attention, but i cant seem to get it from you, or dad, or even sarah. Do you know why that is? Its because they are too busy concentrating on you mum. 

I am so screwed up I cant go a single day without crying, because you have broken me down. Every time you insult me, call me stupid, make me cry, I get a little bit weaker. Eventually I'll just crumble.

The worst part is I have become a double personality. At school or with my friends I am this happy person, always perky, in a good mood, willing to help someone out, but at home I have to fight this overwhelming depression. I could easily spend a day in my room just pittying myself.

I am sorry that I wasnt perfect enough for you. I'm sorry that my grades arent good enough, sorry that I sometimes argue or fight back. I never mean to.

My worst fear is that I will be just like you. That when I have a family of  my own I will treat them like you've treated us, and my daughters and sons will lead an unhappy childhood as I have, I hope that never happens.

Mum, why cant you understand that your behavior is killing me. I can feel physical pain, my heart aches in the hopes that one day you'll understand.

I just hope by that time it isnt too late.  
  

first post

So this is my official first post. 

An account of my day:
~wake up at 9.30
~Eat half a pbj sandwhich for breakfast (bizarre craving don't ask)
~Play cards with my mum and sister
~ Read AP english book
~Play battle ship with sister
~run errands/ buy two pairs of new shoes, hair dye, groceries, ice cream
~ Eat Sushi (from the grocery store)
~make real dinner incorrectly causing a blowout with mum because she gave me the wrong directions/ i misunderstood her, leading to me crying in my room
~watch tv with sister
~ eat the dinner i screwed up
~ Play yatzee with dad and sister
~watch olympics
~register for blogspot
~write this entry

Yeah thats my day in a nutshell.